Sweet Boy Roy

Today I felt like a new mother, going to pick up my adopted child.
The excitement.  The anticipation.
And the fear.
Was this the right thing to do?
So soon?
Would another dog fit in our household?  Could we love him? Could we give him a happy life??
Would it feel right??

I had been perusing all the dogs available online at Petfinder.com and then finally, I decided to email Out of the Pits, the rescue in Albany.  I asked them about their dogs.  Told them we were looking for an older dog, one who was good with children, one who would be OK here during the day, keeping my mother company, and ready for walks when we got home.
We love pits.  They are the sweetest, most lovable dogs.

So we met the lady who runs this amazing agency, Out of the Pits, at Petsmart.  She brought 7 year old Roy, an "old style" pit bull, who looks just like my first pit bull, Chickiwu.

Good with kids, laid back, with a sweet temperament.  #1 granddaughter approves.

We walked him through Petsmart, and not once did he get excited, or upset, at all the other dogs.

It wasn't a hard decision.  He has been in foster care and then a kennel, for a year.

After a trip to the pet store for food and treats, we three were on our way home.

It wasn't long before he decided a nap was in order.  I hope that means that he was feeling safe already.

But if there was any doubt about whether the time was right, when we got home, that fear was put to rest.

 Someone to talk to, to think about, someone to love.

When we are gone during the day, she needs a little company.
And this guy is perfect.

I think I love this boy already.  He hasn't barked yet, not once, even when people with dogs walked by.
I took him for a long walk, and he walked like a prince, on a mission, no problems.

He immediately jumped up on Eddie's chair, where Eddie loved to lie and look out the window, nose on the window sill, smelling the fresh air.
He seemed to be saying, "Hey, this is really nice."

I think Roy has come home, and I think we have done the right thing.....for him, for us, for my mother.
Our house isn't empty tonight, all for the love of a dog.
I know my Eddie would approve.